Ascension of the Moon Goddess
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She was chosen by the moon. Lyra never expected her eighteenth birthday to end with a crown on her head and a world resting in her hands. As the new Moon Goddess, she must learn to guide fate itself, balancing life, death, and everything in between. But in a realm of gods, power isn’t the only thing that matters. He was never meant to be hers. And yet— “I know I’m not the fated you had hoped for… but if you give me the chance, I’d like to learn your heart and soul. I’d like to hold them both.” In a world built on destiny and fate, they choose each other anyway. As their bond deepens, so does the danger. The threads begin to twist, and echoes of something broken ripple through the realms. When war reaches the people she loves most, Lyra must decide how far she’s willing to go to protect them. Being a goddess doesn’t mean she can save everyone, and love doesn’t mean she won’t lose everything.
“You know, when I first realised what you were to me, I thought the universe had made a mistake.”
My brows lift slightly. “A mistake?”
“Yes,” he says with a faint smile. “You were too bright. Too alive. Too extraordinary for someone like me.”
“That is impossible.”
His hand lifts slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair back from my face, his fingers lingering just long enough to make my breath catch. “You are the Moon Goddess,” he continues softly. “You carry the weight of worlds, the hopes of millions, the quiet rhythm of every life moving beneath these threads.” His thumb traces gently across my cheek. “And still,” he adds, voice lowering, “the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted from you… Is you.”
“You know, when I first realised what you were to me, I thought the universe had made a mistake.”
My brows lift slightly. “A mistake?”
“Yes,” he says with a faint smile. “You were too bright. Too alive. Too extraordinary for someone like me.”
“That is impossible.”
His hand lifts slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair back from my face, his fingers lingering just long enough to make my breath catch. “You are the Moon Goddess,” he continues softly. “You carry the weight of worlds, the hopes of millions, the quiet rhythm of every life moving beneath these threads.” His thumb traces gently across my cheek. “And still,” he adds, voice lowering, “the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted from you… Is you.”

















































